I think I might become a spinster by twentythree

A little young a little splinter in the family tree

The poor unfortunate stepsister with humongous feet

There's no little glass slipper for miss congeniality

Runner up, best of luck

Most likely to fall out of love

Pucker up then shut up

Second to the best of studs

Give me a crown, and I'll bow down

Might even wear wedding gown

I'll buckle up, to your constructs

Even though I'll look like a clown

And I don't know which way to go

How to wear a smile, we walk down the aisle

6 feet below, a foot in the grave, one step at a time

I don't know you like before

We've changed too much and I am out of touch

Cold and misjudged, with no remorse

I might as well be a corpse bride

I think I might become really bitter by twenty two

Someone call a babysitter for me, I've got the blues

Someone watch over me I'm a quitter, don't know what to do

Someone tell me stories of when I was still brand new

Here comes the bride watch how she cries

Can't seem to fit in this marvelous disguise

Here come the lies, look at the smile

Perfectly yellow, she didn't even try

She didn't even try

She didn't even try

She didn't even try

She's a corpse bride,

Half dead and numb inside

And I don't know which way to go

How to wear a smile, we walk down the aisle

6 feet below, a foot in the grave, one step at a time

I don't know you like before

We've changed too much and I am out of touch

Cold and misjudged, with no remorse

I might as well be a corpse bride